If the glow that comes to me
from a star already dead,
brightens my world,
gives me hope that wishes might come true
How does that reflect on the perspective of finality?
Stories and songs,
varied and similar,
carried and passed along,
like distant lights from time travelers carrying treasure maps of genetic instruction,
meant to reassure me
that I am intrinsic.
One day, this form will be finished,
but nothing ever really leaves.
These memories we carry,
these points of light that connect,
these moments when there is no thought of before or after,
this is when we shine.